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Monday, 28
by Melanie J YarbroughAlexis jingles when she walks,
another thing besides the kimchee that
reminds me of my mother.
We make plans for Chinatown on Tuesday,
sip High Life and Guinness while
she rereads me text messages
from Rick. He is the father of her unborn
children, and the father of one born
child who doesn't know him.
I am sympathetic, understanding, and
all too familiar. 07/29/2008 Posted on 07/29/2008
Copyright © 2025 Melanie J Yarbrough
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/29/08 at 12:03 PM Thought provoking verbal picture you've painted here Melanie. Good capture of the mixing of cultures also. Great to read you again! :o) |
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